Page 8 of Alpha-hole Orc

With another vicious snarl, he rips my panties off and shoves his jeans down. His cock springs free, huge and dripping. He lines himself up and thrusts into my clenching pussy with one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” we cry out in unison, frozen for a moment, joined as intimately as two people can be.

He pulls back slowly and slams in again, setting a brutal pace. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. Harder.

Our bodies move as one, the rhythm frantic and primal. The knot in my belly grows tighter and tighter until it snaps, pleasure flooding my senses.

With a roar, Viktoor empties himself inside me in thick, hot ropes, his hips stuttering against my own.

Breathless, we collapse together, limbs entangled and hearts pounding. After reaching the peak of our passion, we lay in each other’s arms, our bodies glistening with sweat and satisfaction.

“Mine,” Viktoor murmurs, nipping at my neck.

I smile, sated and happy.

We stay there for long moments, basking in the afterglow. My fingers trace lazy circles over his muscular back as his heartbeat slows against my chest.

Finally he lifts his head, emerald eyes glowing with satisfaction… and something more. Something that makes my own heart skip a beat.

“Bria,” he says softly. “I have never felt this way about anyone.”

A smile lights his face, softening his usual arrogance into something breathtaking.

He kisses me then, a sweet and tender kiss full of promise.

My heart flutters as I nestle against his hard, emerald chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. I can feel the frantic beat of his heart matching my own. We lie, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

I brush my fingers along his jaw, feeling the rasp of stubble against my skin.

He kisses me fiercely. When we part, Viktoor pulls me even closer against him, our hearts beating as one.

Viktoor strokes my hair, his fingers tangling in the curly strands. Making me feel like this is not just a one-night-stand for him either.

* * *

Sunlight filters through the drapes, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.

I wake slowly, awareness seeping in. The luxurious silk sheets caress my bare skin, and a heavy arm is draped across my waist.

Viktoor.

Memories of last night flash behind my eyes, his hands and mouth on my body, the slide of his cock deep inside me. Heat spreads low in my belly at the recollections.

I shift slightly, and his arm tightens around me. “Do not move, my love,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “You are mine now, and I’m not done with you yet.”

My eyes fly open at that, staring at the wall facing me in disbelief. What in the actual fuck?

Completely unphazed, Viktoor nuzzles the back of my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “You are my mate, Bria. I will never let you go now that I have claimed you.”

Indignation burns through me, igniting my veins. I whip around to face him, eyes narrowed. “Let go of me right now, you arrogant ass!” I hiss.

He blinks lazily at me, a smug smile curving his lips, eyes glowing with satisfaction. “I will not release what is mine.”

I shove at his chest, but it’s like pushing against a brick wall. His arms remain firmly around me, holding me in place against him.

“This isn’t some fucking game, Viktoor!” I shout. “You can’t just claim me as your mate and expect me to go along with it. I don’t belong to anyone!”

“On the contrary, little one. You’re mine, body and soul.” His smile widens, revealing the sharp points of his canines. “You were made for me, Bria, as I was made for you.”

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